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"Kat, what about you? You and Sam have only known each other for a few months. When did you know that you loved him?" I waited expectantly for her answer.

 She smiled and got a far away look in her eyes.

 "When he first really smiled at me, I knew that I had it bad. When those blue eyes looked at me, and those lips curved up into the most beautiful smile that I've ever seen...I was a goner. I didn't even try to fight it. So probably right after we actually started dating...maybe a month after we met. I never really thought about when it happened. It just happened...but it happened fast." She put her arm around my neck and pulled me close. "I've never been happier though, despite the worry and the fear that I have. I couldn't live without him and I know that now. I don't even want to try."

 I sighed. "But how do you know? I know that my feelings are going crazy, and even when I want to kill him, even when I hate him, I don't want to be away from him. But is that love? The only other person that I thought that I loved screwed me over so bad, I swore that I wouldn't open up to another person. This happened without my control." I had a thought and turned towards Kat and Devyn. "And what if he goes back to how he was just a short little while ago? Being with so many different girls, being an asshole...well, he's still an asshole, but being a mean asshole all the time...I don't want to be just another notch in his belt of conquests."

They looked at me sympathetically.

"I don't think that's going to happen love. He might be falling in love himself." Devyn replied. "I've never seen him act like this. Not even with Emilie...and Millie never meant anything to him."

I furrowed my brow. "Who?"

Kat sighed, and gave Devyn a look that I didn't understand. "Why would you bring Millie up?" She moved her arm from around me and sat back. "Millie was a girl that I used to kind of hang out with. We weren't friends exactly, but she didn't really have any friends and I felt bad for her. I asked if she could hang out here one night because I was coming over and felt bad for her since she didn't have anything to do. She practically begged me to let her come so I did. She hooked up with Colby, then became obsessive, even though he treated her like shit. I don't think she was all there. She became a little crazy, thinking that they were dating even though everyone including Colby told her that he didn't date. That he was never exclusive with one girl. Until now, I guess."

That made me nervous. "Yeah...I guess." I swallowed hard, feeling tears prick my eyes.

I know that I said him basically being a man whore didn't bother me, but the more I thought about it, it kind of did. I wasn't sure if I was just going to be added to his list or if I meant something more to him. This is why I didn't want to fall in love and open myself up so fast! I was already so far gone over him and I was opening my heart to being crushed by one false move on his part.

 I heard someone clear their throat and looked to the doorway. Colby was standing there, in the same clothes that he had on yesterday, barefoot, messy hair, and I honestly think that I started to drool. His shirt was wrinkled, resting on top of his belt that was unhooked, barely holding his low slung skinny jeans up.

The patch of skin showing the space above his hip bone had me weak. This was ridiculous. Seriously.

He was a fucking wizard or something. Bitch should be at Hogwarts. Had a damn spell on me that I didn't know how to break.

 Wait, what did he hear? He was looking at me in a way that made me think he might have heard something...a lot of somethings even. How long had he been standing there? Oh shit.

 My heart rate picked up as I stared at him. He looked a little sad, and maybe confused, but my heart swelled just looking at him. Damn it, I was in love. I didn't have any other explanation and there was nothing I could do to change it.

My nightmare popped back into my mind again. I had a very bad feeling that he was going to crush my bleeding heart, making it completely unusable for anyone else.

 "Chloe, can I talk to you for a minute?"

 I was freaking out. Was he going to tell me that this was a bad idea because he heard me talking about being love with him or about the other girls...fuck, fuck, fuck. Me and my big mouth.

Why couldn't I pay attention to my surroundings and notice when there were other people around? Or better yet, just not fucking talk about it. Just keep everything bottled up.

I swallowed hard again, and glanced at the girls. They both gave me encouraging smiles. Fuck you guys, I'm dying.

He was a wizard and had used "Abra Kadabra" on me. I was dead.

 "Sure." My voice came out in a squeak, as I stood up and wiped my clammy hands on his shirt.

 He gave me a small smile, then walked out. I followed him back up to his room, neither of us speaking the entire way. He shut the door behind me, and I felt like I was being held hostage for some reason.

The tension in the room was making it hard to breathe.

 "Why are you so anxious? What are you scared of?" He asked me, his voice gruff, that intense blue gaze locked on mine.

I thought I was hiding my reaction pretty well, but apparently not.

 "Just nervous, I guess. What do you wanna talk about?" I tried to calm myself, and sat down on the couch, looking at him expectantly.

He sat next to me, and dragged his hand through his hair, messing it even more.